Page 16 of Stepbrother For Christmas

“Emma, like I said last night, as long as you’re staying in my old bedroom, you have to play by my rules. Or we can simply drop the pretense. I want you and I know you want me,” he says before pressing a finger into my slit over the fabric of my panties.

“You need to leave before we get caught.” I push him away, but he pulls me closer and kisses me. In an instant, all of my irritation is gone.

“Does Richard make your pussy wet, Emma?” he snarls against my lips, holding me tighter.

“NO!”

“Well, then it’s time for you to convince me that you only get wet for me,” Chase huffs. Then he drops to his knees, lifts my skirt and pulls my panties aside.

“Aaah,” I bite back a moan as he mercilessly sucks my clit completely into his mouth.

“Dinner is fucking served,” he growls against my pussy as he licks me deep. “Isn’t it, Emma? This is my real dinner tonight. Admit it.”

“Chase, we can’t. You have to leave before we get caught,” I pant before cupping his sexy chiseled jaw.

Lust-filled blue eyes stare up at me. “Let’s get something straight between us, Emma. From this moment forth, you don’t tell me when I can and cannot pleasure you,” he rasps. “Hell, pleasuring you is all I think about.”

“Oh my God.”

“Now stop resisting.”

“Oooh Chase…” I gasp when he nibbles on my inner thighs. And then I let go, and give in to him completely.

“And don’t EVER interrupt me when I’m going to eat your pussy until you shake with pleasure,” he warns. “There’s barely any time as it is. Now come fast before we get caught together.”

A wave a pleasure washes over me, and I almost cry out his name.

“Shhh.” Chase shoves a small hand towel into my mouth to muffle my moans. “Try not to make a sound or else they might hear us. There are too many ears around.”

Several seconds later, I step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs and run right into Christina down the hall.

“Your shirt’s all untucked,” Christina says.

“It is?” I ask before glancing down.

“By the way, Richard is asking for you,” she says teasing me.

“What could he want?”

Christina giggles. “He wants to bring your wildest pickle dreams to life.”

“I seriously don’t care about pickles that much,” I answer mid-laugh. “Why does Aunt Linda keep trying to set me up with him?”

“Why else? She loves to play matchmaker,” she replies quickly. “But hey, off the topic, did you see where Chase went?”

My eyes widen. "No, why?" The bathroom has two exits, so I know for certain that Chase is in the study right now.

“He left abruptly to get more wine,” Christina explains. “And your mom sent me to see what was taking him so long.”

“So he’s in the kitchen?” I ask, faking an interest in his whereabouts. “Did you check there?”

“Yeah, that’s just it. He’s not there.” She gives me a long look and I just shrug, trying to play it cool.

“He’s probably checking his work phone somewhere. I’m told he’s a workaholic and obsessed with designing apps.”

That’s not all he’s obsessed with, my inner voice chimes in.

After dinner and desserts are served, I notice that Chase puts his coat on.

---